Daytime Television

Such are the days in the sun.
Don't come without sacrifices.

Apples and Oranges

The city flows through my veins. I feel so alive.

Literature

I let you read my pages
But you spoke a different tongue.
That must be why
you never understood me.
I guess I should thank you
For selling your vanity
In exchange for my ego.
Remember, lest you change your mind;
All transactions are final.

Shrink

I will never rid myself
Of the station where I wait
As your sliding eyes smear me
With the warmth of disdain
And your tears curve upwards
Where the corners of your mouth
Refused.

Still, my skin flakes
Tracing the shape
Of your steps
So recklessly delicate
In the Summer Snow.
Winter burned with envy
As I burned my clothes
For warmth.

Ex-Lover

It will be a sad day
When I forget
Your name,
But I hope
The realization
Doesn't hit me
Until long after I do,
And you are gone,
And us too.

(W)hole

I want you
to come back
and give me
what you stole


I want you
to replace
the gaps you left
and make me whole.

DNA

I was told I knew you. That struck me as a surprise; I was normally very good with names, and if I'd known it once, I would've known it again.

But it was true; I knew you. I used to know you. I knew you no longer. I would never know you again.

I walked in silence, under streetlights and through smoke rings. Your footsteps faded with the earliest rays of dawn, and I would have to search again.

Who You Are

I will meet you

at the intersection

 of cynicism,
pragmatism, 

and realism.

Or, at least, 

I will try to, 

if it is practicable, 

if such a place 

even exists 

in the first place.

Inches

Someone needs to climb this spiral
And drag me out of the depths
While I kick and scream and bite
At the hands that fed me all my life.